Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And fellas.
Uh, yes, I have a telegram for you here.
Oh, don't worry.
Weren't they good?
How many are you having?
What's that about the Frankie?
This is Bobbie Jo again.
Your donuts do have a lot of body to them.
She was, huh?
Something wrong?
Of course, you have to have the right boat.
No, Chief.
Why not?
Sit down.
We're just friends.
She likes him young.
We just have him sniff one of her dancing slippers and the chase is on.
Well, he hasn't won the contest yet.
You'll be lonely there.
Dash Riprock?
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
How are you?
Anybody famous?
Why, they'd set upon you in a jealous rage and tear you to pieces and tear you ready to face lust, craze, lovers, like Lash-a-roo, Rip-torn, or Rudy Valley.
I'm a little late, Chief, but I... You are exactly 12 minutes and 22 seconds late.
Well, you can have all you want.
We'll call an arrival.
That way the sports cars coming and going all night won't keep him away.
What time?
You figure to practice here on the truck?
That big car coming through the gate?
Well, now let's see.
Jethro, let's not commence swimming till we hit water.
Well, that bold rascal.
Come on, you can help me lift it out of the oven.